I’m a 24 year old woman. I have an excellent education. I rather read “the great gatsby” than (most) any piece of chick lit, and I prefer good conversation to a long walk on the beach. WHY is it then, that every Monday night I find myself drawn to watching an unconfident, yet very pretty … More please (don’t) accept this rose.
Good morning and a happy happy Monday to you and your’s. I’m going into my second hour of my last grad class, Data-Driven Culture, which IS just as boring as it sounds, especially today since we are discussing Ethnographic Culture. BLAH. This class may kill me. This venti iced whatever and the guy next to … More ooh la la la la la la la
There comes a time in every girl’s life when she decides she has no desire to speak to her mother for an extended bit of time, or in my case, until I see her at my best friend’s wedding next weekend. While my mother and I differ on many an issue and we fought for … More Oh my mother.
So he brought me his copy of “fay” and insisted I read it to start my summer. I love that the book has really been read, translation: the spine is broken and pages are starting to fall out. I’m only a good 30 pages in and am already in like with Larry Brown.